working with promising writers
—in between the lines—
captivating them with their own words
under-aged over-qualified writers using language with such dexterity— agility— humor—— at times the words themselves don't know what to expect and next thing you know— you find you're counting syllables as our way with words begins to rub off onto your fingertips—you've got newsprint writers on your hands....

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Write back from summer---What's up??!After a long pause during the summer....

I mean, I didn’t stop writing and neither did they... and I’m sure you didn’t either... but my mind got lost somewhere in the long summer hours and here we are again, I know most of you start school again tomorrow. So welcome back, though of course you never really left.

While you've all been vacationing and camping etc... Abby and I have been writing a lot together this summer... and I will share some of it with you now and in the days to come, to keep the summer spirit with you as we ease into whatever comes next.

I hope to start working with all of you again this school year and I can’t wait to read all the words you’ve been scribbling over there in the extra hours of the daylight.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Cinderella was a poor girl. Infact, she was a maid. She worked for a small family. They treated her very badly. There were three girls and a mean mother. The girls names were Flower, Star and Rose. Cinderella we need our mail said Flower, Star and Rose. I’m coming. There you go. As Star read the mail it said Ball is tomorrow and she ran to her mom and said mother the Ball is tomorrow. Then get dressed said the mother. That night Cinderella made a dress. In the afternoon she was all set. When Star, Rose and Flower saw her dress they started ripping it apart. Cinderella was so sad she ran to the backyard. As she was crying she saw an old woman. Who are you asked Cinderella? I’m your Fairy Godmother. Do u want to go to the ball? Yes. And before Cinderella new it she had a big blue dress on. Thank you Fairy Godmother! Now we need a carriage. That pumpkin will do. Now you are ready to go to the ball. And Cinderella be back by twelve o’clock ok? Goodbye. Before Cinderella knew it she was there. And when the prince saw her he said do u want to dance? Yes said Cinderella. They danced the whole night long. And before Cinderella knew it it was twelve o’clock. I’ve got got to go said Cinderella and as she was running her glass shoe fell off. And she got into the carriage and left. When she got to the house she went straight to bed but the Prince said I need to find that girl. He thought and he thought and he said I will go to each house and see if the girl fit the size twelve shoe. I’ll start tomorrow. And he started when he got to Cinderella’s house he said do you fit in a size twelve shoe? No said Flower, Star, and Rose at the same time. I do said Cinderella in a soft voice. It fits said the Prince. The next day they got married. And that’s the story of Cinderella! By Pyper

Ok! Now it’s your turn, write some six-word stories and share them with Writing from the Rooftops as a comment, we’d love to read them and post some of your sixwords!!!

lots of words--

(abby)pyper!:: c ::

By the way......

In case you were wondering where we got the idea to do six-word stories, the original six-word story was written by the famous writer Ernest Hemingway, it is said that he thought this was the best story he ever wrote. This is his story:

Friday, July 10, 2009

We also wrote some six-word adaptations of The Wizard of Oz {another story Pyper has written and will share with you soon: The Wizard of Oz from a monkey’s point of view!}

Here are some of our six-word stories :: down the yellow road of bricks ::

Ruby shoes click on yellow bricks.:: c ::.

Dorothy was nice to her friends.::pyper!

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Yellow, red, shoes, bricks all around..........(abby)

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This story, your little dog too...:: c ::

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Ok your turn write some six-word stories and you can share them as a comment...we’d love to read them and post some of your sixwords!!!Too bad you can't join our meetings at the cafe......

write--write--write--(abby)pyper!:: c ::

By the way......In case you were wondering where we got the idea to do six-word stories, the original six-word story was written by the famous writer Ernest Hemingway, it is said that he thought this was the best story he ever wrote. This is his story:

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Today we wrote six-word stories while sitting in our cafe. Pyper {Abby's 4th-grade sister and our newest rooftop writer} joined us and shared an abridged {shortened} adaptation of Cinderella that she'd written {she is typing it up as we speak and will post it here very soon} and then we challenged ourselves to write even shorter versions of Cinderella: Cinderella in six words, to be exact!

Pyper groaned and looked at me like "you've gotta be kidding me" and Abby who is used to my crazy challenges just had a big smile on her face as she watched her little sister's shock. But then Pyper was struck with sudden inspiration and we all got to work!

I cannot find my shoe!(abby){technically 5 words, but.........so good! and it actually happenedAbby lost her shoe as she was writingthese stories! lol isn’t that appropriate?!}.

Ok! Now it’s your turn, write some six-word stories and share them with Writing from the Rooftops as a comment, we’d love to read them and post some of your sixwords!!!

write soon!

(abby)pyper!:: c ::

By the way......

In case you were wondering where we got the idea to do six-word stories, the original six-word story was written by the famous writer Ernest Hemingway, it is said that he thought this was the best story he ever wrote. This is his story:

Thursday, July 2, 2009

That Friday at Princess Training was their dance they had been learning. They wore dragging pink dresses, and they had ballet shoes on. All the parents came to watch. The dance was so good! At the end all the parents screamed and clapped so loud. After winter came, it got colder so it was winter break! Katy, Max and Pinky loved playing in the snow! They made snowmen, snow forts for snowball fights and they made snow angels!! They loved winter, because their birthday was the 20th of December! They had their 3rd, 4th and 5th balls that winter. And who knows what’s next. To be continued ……………

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

They were always together like sisters. They shared a room, outfits, shoes and more. They acted like they had been together forever!!!

They had Princess training that same day. At Princess training they were learning a dance with ballet and free style at the end of the dance. When they got to the palace, they found there mom’s and showed them the dance. They got bored so they talked Princess talk.

After their 9th b-day, they went to their first ball. They met lots and lots of princes and danced with all of them. But they could only stay one hour after 6:00pm. When they got back they talked all about princes. Max said, “I like Prince Mark the best.” Then Pinky said,” I like Prince Luke the best.” Then Katy said,” I like Prince John the best.”

Two weeks later was their second ball. And they got to dance with who ever they wanted to dance with.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

When Pinky and Katy turned 5 years old princess training was so much harder. They learned how to do the tango, waltz, and more ballet. That first day of their new class. The girls meet a new princess named Max. (Her real name is Princess Maxine.) Pinky and Katy invited Max over to the palace. Max was living with Miss Julia. Pinky and Katy asked if she could live with them, their moms said “okay but ask Miss Julia.” So they asked if Max could live with them and Miss Julia said "yes!"

When Max first walked in she was surprised how big their palace was. But after she was moved in and had stayed there for a while she was fine. They played in the palace, ran in it and lived in it. She loved the palace as much as Katy and Pinky loved it.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

When Pinky got to the palace she tolled her mom all about class. Pinky started to talk, “I learned how to count to 10 and ballet.” She also told mom she met a friend, “her name is Katy, but her real name is Princess Katlin,” Said Pinky. Pinky and Katy were always together. Katy’s dad died in war too. That Monday Pinky and Katy walked into class holding hands. They learned to count to18 and how to fold a napkin, and learn some more ballet. Katy and Pinky walked home together. Then asked if they could maybe have a sleepover. Their parents said, “Sounds like fun!” That night Pinky and Katy had a sleepover; they had lots of fun watching Princess Diary 1 and 2. The games that they played were, freezes dance and pretty, pretty princess. That Tuesday they had Princess training at 4:00pm to 4:30pm.That time they learned to sing the whole ABC’s. Then on Wednesday they sang the ABC’s to their parents.

Queen Jordon (Katy’s mom) and Queen Olivia (Pinky’s mom) decided to live in Pinky’s family palace. Pinky and Katy shared a room; the walls were pink and purple. The beds were pink and purple too.

sorry we missed a week!!more to come next week we promise this time.........

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

So when princess training started, the Queen had to take Pinky, although the King was supposed to take Pinky because, he was her dad. When Pinky was walking in, the teacher asked Pinky, “why are you so sad?” Trying to ignore her pink skin. She replied in a sad but strong voice, “my dad died in war.” All the little princesses were surprised.

the next act.........to be continued next week.............................!

When Pinky was three her father, the King, died in war. After it had been a week, Pinky and her mom got the letter. They were very sad and they started to cry. Then after they stopped, the Queen called her friends, “girls, please help, I need you to call all the Kings friends, and tell them the King died.” The Queen’s friends answered, “We’ll tell them all right away.”

Friday, April 3, 2009

...When the Queen got home, her friends were there to congratulate her. When they saw Pinky, they said, “She’s Pink, your baby is Pink!” “Yes I did know that my baby is pink.” Said the Queen annoyed. Then the King looked at them said, “Why do you have to scream it so loud.” The friends answered, “She’s pink!” Then the Queen said, “I still love her even if she’s pink!” Then the Queen friends left. With in one year, Pinky was walking around saying, “playtime.”

Can you keep a secret? You can! Ok then. On March 12, 2009 it is my brother Owen’s birthday. My whole family is coming down to see him. So you’re probably thinking, "What how is that a secret?" Well that’s just it, it’s not I repeat NOT a secret. The really real secret is that my whole family is having a huge surprise birthday party for him. He is turning seven. Owen has never been to or had a surprise birthday party. So this will be a huge shocker for him. So here’s the plan:

6:00pm brother/Owen goes to his baseball game.6:30pm Mom and Peyton/me go and get decorations for the party.7:00pm family arrives and helps decorate house.7:15pm go get vanilla baseball cake from Safeway.7:45pm give out party toy called Silly String to everyone in family.7:55pm get everyone in the house. Turn out all the lights. Hide all the family’s car, so it looks like no one’s home.8pm Owen arrives home, walks to the door, everyone yells “SURPRISE!” Owen falls over, and is in frozen shock mode. Everyone helps him up.8:15pm we eat our delicious cake with yummy milk.

So you have heard my plan. Today is the 9th which means the party is in THREE DAYS! What! I though we still had 14 more days I gotta get going on this plan for the party. Hope I can finish this plan by the 12th. Please wish me good luck. I hope you liked my party idea. Ask me about it on the 13th and I might just bring you some cake.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

a poem dedicated to the ridiculous vocab words on Olivia’s vocab test tomorrow (and an attempt to define them)

1. Hyperthyroidism, Hyperglycemia these are wordsI will never use in my life

2. Hypersensitive, Hypertension they’re too hard to spell

3. It’s Horrible to Hyperextend but at least I know what it means, it means when one of your joints bends and then pops out the other side....Horrible

4. Hypercritical people are no fun to be around they’re judgmental, they’re mean and snooty

5. Once I saw a man going up to the bus stop he must have had Hypertension because his arm looked like it was going to explode (isn’t this what happens when you have high blood pressure?)

6. Hyperthermia is when you turn...is when..uh...is....when your temperature is really high and you probablyturn all bright red too

7. Hyperactive is when my little brother runs aroundthe restaurant and is Hyperactive and it’s so embarrassing

8. Ok Hyperextend, Hypersensitive those are words I might use (but they are still horrible)

9. Hyper Hyper Hyper I’m Hyperventilating because all these words are Hyper

10. And finally, I never use Hyperbole they’re so lame, only for people who write poems

Hyper Hyper Hyper these are words too hard to spell Horrible no fun to be around going to explode you probably turn all bright red so embarrassing still horrible, they’re so lame, only for Hypersensitive, Hypercritical people who write poems!

You never know What a book holdsUntil you open up the pages That sometimes foldAnd they look All crumpled and oldAnd when you readThe pages that beholdThe MiraculousAdventuresOf the untoldAnd sometimesIf you’re not luckyThe pages will never unfoldAnd they will always lookAll crumpled and oldAnd you will not be ableTo read the pages that beholdThe MiraculousAdventuresOf the untold

Saturday, March 28, 2009

When we last saw our hero he was on a building thanking Jonny Cinderblock for saving his life. So they took off into the air and Super Brick anciently hit a telephone pole, causing it to crash into a brick building. Again Super Brick said words he thought he would never have to say “@35#%*8!” After he was done with his fowl language they went to pick up the mess. When Super Brick was looking through some bricks he met a very pretty nice smelling brick. Her name was Lady so he called her Lady Brick. They quickly fell in love. And had little baby bricks of their own. They decided to live on mars, were it was red just like them. As for The Sleg he went back to Alcatraz for the rest of his life. Jonny Cinder Block met a Lady Cinder Block and they had little cinder blocks of their own. And everyone lived happily ever after. NOT REALLY! KEEP COMING BACK FOR MORE!

“Oh my gosh, I’m late for school.” I yelled as loud as I could. I ran to my parent’s room and said “mom, dad I’m late for school.” We all ran to the car and ZOOMED to school. When we were three blocks away, my mom and dad remembered one little thing. I almost fell out the window when my parents yelled “OWEN.”

Owen is my two year old brother and we left him at home all alone. So, we raced back home to go get him. When we got to the house it was like he never knew we left. We just found him eating a popsicle on the couch watching Sponge Bob. So, we ran to the car and drove to school.

Then, one last thing happened.My parents almost had a heart attack because of it. I yelled “IT’S VALENTINES DAY!!!” We all drove home, grabbed the cards and then we rushed to school once again hoping there were no more stops.

When we got to school I asked my teacher “have you started cards yet?” She said “no, you are just in time.” We passed out cards and went out for snack.

This is when it happened the horrible thing on Valentines Day.My friend Olivia and I were playing on the monkey bars and she asked “can you skip three bars?” I said “yeah, of course (in a tough way).” Then she said it, the words that sent shivers down my spine, “show me.” I hated those two words. Those are the words that should mean humiliated. So, I had to do it. I tried it and 1, 2, 3… CRACK! OUCH! I landed left on my arm. I could not stop crying. My friend Olivia took me to the office as quick as she could.

The lady in the office named Judy said “oh Peyton what happened?” I said nothing. Olivia told her everything. Then Judy called my parents and they came to school as fast as they could.When my parents got there they said “thank you” to Judy and we left to the hospital

When we got to the hospital the doctor let us come in first. His name was Dr. Black. He told me to lie down on this bed and he started moving my wrist around and cracking it. Then they gave me a shot so I would not remember a thing. But I still remember.

After that not so wonderful time, it was time for me to get my cast. This guy had this HUGE selection of cast material. I picked pink.He wrapped about 20 layers of the material all around my arm. I had to stay in the hospital for about 2 days. I could write but I could not play any sports.

In about one month I got my cast off. The same doctor took off my cast. He used this thing that looked like an electric pizza cutter. He turned it on and he asked “ready?” I said “yeah.” He slid it across my arm and ZAP it was off.He let me take it home.

Well, after that experience, I learned if someone wants you to do something you don’t want to do, just don’t do it. You are your own person. You can make your own decisions. And two arms are better then one.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Once there was a King and Queen, who lived in a palace in Flower Garden, on Flower Lane. The Queen found out she was going to have a baby. The Queen loved pink lemonade but, she was allergic to pink lemonade. But she kept drinking pink lemonade during her pregnancy. Finally she had her baby girl, to her parent’s astonishment, she was pink! Within two weeks, she and the Queen went home from the hospital. They decided to name her Pink Princess because her skin was pink. Her parents called her Pinky.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Once upon a time Abby wrote a story about a young little baby princess soon to be born, she is very special, in this way you will learn about her. This is a story written over two years and coming soon a new adventure with pink princess and her friends. Abby will be frequently updating this story every week and will be sharing pink princess's adventures, telling you all about this hard princess life. It’s kind of hard being pink, so sad, so sad...

Monday, March 23, 2009

“A party? When?” I asked my mom one cold kind of sunny afternoon. She replied in a plain simple voice “A New Years Eve party, at Lily’s house.” I replied in a happy excited voice “O.M.G! How much fun, this will be my first New Years Eve party!” Lily is my best friend; she is really funny and nice. Like any other pair of best friends we have our fights… oh ok back on topic, Lily is shorter then me, with brown hair and hazel eyes (brown and green). Sometimes people mistake Lily and me for sisters, that is how much we look alike.

I waited impatiently day after day, waiting for New Years Eve. When it finally came I had to wait until 6:30 P.M. to go to the party. I was in agony waiting for the minutes to pass by. What made it even more worth waiting; was that I got to spend the night. So, I got all my stuff together for the sleepover and we left the house.

What happened next was very boring, so I am going to leave it out. So we arrived at Lily’s house with a bottle of sparkling apple cider, a loaf of french bread, and my mom’s homemade artichoke dip, a half an hour after the boring part. I was so excited, I made my mom carry, mostly everything. Once I gathered up some of the stuff I ran across the street, but first I looked both ways, I ran up to the door step and rang the door bell. My mom was still at the truck, I yelled to her “Slow-poke!” Lily ran to the door and flung it open. Finally my mom came into the house. Of course like any other kid the first thing I did was go look at the desserts. They all appeared so appetizingly scrumptious. They had this one cupcake that looked like it had spaghetti top of it, with a meatball on top! All of a sudden Lily grabbed my arm and pulled me up the stairs. She was talking to me on the way up the stairs, but I wasn’t listening. I was thinking about the cupcakes waiting for me downstairs. I wasn’t listening until Lily said the words iPod touch, and then I was all ears. We hurried up the stairs to Lily’s parents’ room, and then she showed it to me. Her brand new, just came in the mail, iPod Touch! It was so beautiful it showed my reflection in it brand new touch screen. I was thinking to myself “How wonderful”. She put it back in her mom and dad’s room and we ran the stairs to play pool in her garage.

Lily is very good at pool so of course I lost. I said to Lily in a desperate attempt to win “You cheated!” Lily said in a puzzled voice “No I didn’t.” I said back in a sorry voice “I know I just wanted to win.” So then we decided to go play Rock Band for the Wii system. I played the guitar and Lily played the drums. I tried the drums after her but I lost and Lily lost at the guitar. So we decided to switch back for the better.

A half an hour later our friend Peyton showed up. Peyton got an iPod Touch also, I was so jealous. So we decided to listen to some music and play on the grass. We listened to ACDC on Peyton’s I-Pod from Lily’s i-Dog. We wrestled and then it started to rain, which made it even more fun. We got soaking wet and had to come inside.

Since we came inside we went to the dessert table, I ate one of those cupcakes I was talking about. They looked better than they tasted, they were too rich for my stomach. I even had chocolate fudge dipped in chocolate fondue, it was so delectable! We sang karaoke almost all night, Peyton and I sang to Mama Mia and ACDC, it was so awesome! Then Peyton went home. I was bummed that Peyton had to leave.

Lily’s mom finally forced us to go to bed at 2:30 A.M. But that didn’t stop me and Lily from watching Mama Mia the movie on her new iPod touch. When I finally got tired I asked Lily if she could stop the movie, so she did but we ended up talking for about another half an hour. Finally we went to sleep. I woke up still kind of sleepy and woke Lily up, and she said “What do you want?” I replied back in a sleepy yawning at the time voice “Come on, get up it is 9:00.” So we got up and went to Lily’s mom and dad’s room upstairs. We flopped down on the couch in the den; Lily’s mom (Wendy) was watching Mama Mia. We started Mama Mia when the phone rang, it was my mom, and she said to Wendy (Lily’s mom) “I will come and pick up Olivia in about, a half an hour.” So Lily and I decided to go downstairs and watch The Game Plan, in the garage. We were only about 45 minutes into the movie when my mom showed up. I was sad I had to go. I gathered up my stuff as slow as I could, and I said “Good-bye” to Lily and said “Thank you” to her and her parents (Wendy and Steve) and I and my mom left Lily’s house. I said to my mom in the car “That was the best party ever!”

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Wow, I think my job of being an upholsterer is great. Me and Jake met when we first went to college together we were in the same class writing. We have been married for a year and have had a great life so far. Me and Jake are looking forward to moving into Almost Real World. We have no children but one dog named Gracie. Gracie is a very friendly puppy and loves being around people. She just recently turned one about a month ago.

We are trying to find a place that allows us to have pets so Gracie can live with us. Me and Jake get the total of $60,000.00 a year. I think we have just the right amount of money to get everything we need. My husband Jake is a teachers aide he loves helping kids and is soon going to be working at Almost Real World. This is a great opportunity to work for Almost Real World. My family and Gracie are blessed to have this wonderful life.

I’m looking forward to going to people’s houses and getting to know them better as I’m doing my job being an upholsterer. I’m thinking of maybe opening a business in about four or five years after this job. I’m thinking of helping people I know and new people too, this is a great way to learn more about people and their tastes. This will help me when I start my business.

Introducing Abby. Abby is the latest addition to Writing from the Rooftops.

She is participating in Almost Real World at middle school, it’s something fun they’re doing in class and Abby will be keeping you updated {and writing about herself in the third person, like she's doing right now!} by posting her journal entries telling you all about this almost real world, and a little bit about her own world too!!

She will also share her creative writing that she does at home for fun.

writing from any angle

writing from the rooftops

passing on inspiration

you've got newsprint writers on your hands

making something of nothing— scribbling words spilling coffee cleaning up my messes scribbling coffee spilling poetry on napkins—
from behind big dark sunglasses and chronic migraines, good coffee gone cold and the hours, the hours where do they— i write. leaving traces of haiku on scraps of paper everywhere i go and working with promising writers— captivating them with their own words.
i read read read (despite the fact i'm a slow reader) and i'd say a good 75% of those books are picture books (ya, kids' books, whatever) and if i catch you standing there i'll start reading one to you, i believe every adult needs a good dose of children's lit every day. a picture book can turn around your entire perspective, make you laugh, and the pictures are just too good!
...in fact, i dabbled in the trade myself way back when (a year or so after this photo of me was taken, i do believe).
and since my 1st grade debut stories ‘how to make a peanut butter and tuna fish sandwich’ and ‘i hate saturday morning cartoons’ i’ve had words at my fingertips and now, they're at yours—
c

"write on the sole of my shoe"

robert frost

newsprint writers

under-aged over-qualified writers using language with such dexterity— agility— humor—— at times the words themselves don't know what to expect and next thing you know— you find you're counting syllables as our way with words begins to rub off onto your fingertips—you've got newsprint writers on your hands....

Cultivating an agility to write the words that always moved you...for words

Instruction and guidance is based off of a reflection of each individual's personality, ability, interests etc.. and customized, down to the last syllable, to best fit the particular needs of every writer. A relationship and ease with words will lead to confidence and agility in communicative, creative and academic endeavors. The spark that ignites it-- the initial passion, fluency and rapport with words-- is what we seek when writing from the rooftops.

but petals keep falling from this-- [six words]

writing poems on flowers

inspiring young writers through their own words

Writing from the Rooftops

Every individual session is custom designed to best fit the needs of each child-- with expressive tools from technology, internet and new media to syllable, pencil and lined notebook paper.

A relationship with words and ease with writing will lead to confidence and agility in communicative, creative and academic endeavors. The spark that ignites it-- the initial passion, fluency and rapport with words-- is what we seek when writing from the rooftops.

words words words

wonderland

we ♥ haiku

by alexis rotella

just 17 little syllables....

haiku.

Introducing Olivia.

Otherwise known as *O*Olivia is so cool she loves to write poems and loves to hang with friends! Olivia is really fun to be around. Olivia loves all animals and is happy to just be a friend to almost anyone. Olivia Loves to help people feel good and not be sad. Olivia says “If you are sad find a good friend and have a nice talk.”

by (abby)

more about (abby)

It is more about me. Well I like to dance, play soccer, and love to write all the time.I like to and write haiku, poems, six word stories and just stories about different things.At home I like to hang out with my parents and three siblings, Taylor my oldest bother, Alec my other brother, and my little sister Pyper and Gracie my dog. I’m in seventh grade and twelve years old. Well you probably know a lot a about me now.

p.s. abby in six words {by c}

in words, stories, life—pink princess.

pyper's world in black and white

pyper's world : in black and white

pyper is currently writing her intro for you.... but i just wanted to tell you one thing about her. ok, maybe two things. the other day she told me that when she grows up she wants to be a professional soccer player and professional dancer. both! isn't that great!? that just gives you a taste of how much energy she has and how different her passions are. and another thing-- watch out for her six word stories-- they are so much fun!

Reading Raquel's Files

We have a new Rooftoper named Raquel. She loves to read, she tells a great story and talks up a storm...... but there's just one thing that's-- well-- that's gonna shock you about her-- she hates to write. I know. So Raquel will be _______ from the rooftops with us. And I bet you're wondering how you're going to be able to share in the goodness of her stories if she won't write them down. I've been asking myself the same question. Let me ask her and I'll get back to you with the answer to this puzzling dilemma. But anyway, we welcome her and look forward to all her stories. She has files and files of real life adventures stored in the computer of her mind!

Introducing Peyton

Peyton joins us with her first story for Writing from the Rooftops, the story is called Crack! Ouch! It's funny and dramatic and you can read it here! Read more about Peyton very soon....